Bless our tiny.
I hopped on facebook memories today and was met with a flashback from one of the first postpartum healing classes I taught with her when we moved to Arizona.
That morning she was absurdly naughty, from what I recall. We smiled anyhow...
Today, she wasn’t the least bit naughty. Her personality was bright and shiny and at times explosive in the BEST way.
(She has an incredible sense of humor.)
OCD tried to steal this baby girl at the beginning of the school year. But we are #TeamNoQuit. It’s now become our normal to smile through the storm. We’ve had to make drastic changes for her in every place and space of our life. And we are more than okay with that.
She’s worth it.
We’re ALL worth it.
Just a thought…
The next time someone does something for you – whether it’s big or small – I hope you’ll smile and say thanks.
And let that be it.
We don’t need to return every favor or apologize for taking up space.
We can accept goodness and favor and blessings abundant – and from this space pour out into the world.
This week we’ll have more appointments. Another 504 plan meeting. A checkup with psych regarding a medication change we had to make. And Bliss – not knowing anything other than how much God says she’s worth – will just accept the goodness.
Imagine what would happen if we all did the same.
I love you, sweet girl. I’m so thankful for the freedom of time to help you thrive. And I can’t wait for you to feel your very best. I think this weekend we were * this close * to you being there after just the longest few months.
Oh how our Papa provides.
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